He knocked briskly on the door, hoping it conveyed his irritation. That damn leak was making a mess in his condo and he wanted it fixed. He knew he shouldn’t get so […]
S&R Fiction: "Magic," by Carol Smallwood
Mark was going out the door with his baseball mitt when she asked, “How’d you like to see The Magic Spot? You know, the place that’s advertised on that big billboard with […]
S&R Fiction: "Professio," by Fred Paola
His anger was everywhere, fed by a spring, deep and paradoxically hot. Avvocato Tapinella had been for years somewhat of a joke in the Calabrian town of Nocera Terinese, known as the […]
S&R Fiction: "Time For All Days" by Pat Weiler
There were almost as many opinions about David Morgan as there were people in Richfield. Not enough to fix some median that would reveal how average he actually was, yet enough to […]
S&R Fiction: "So This is Love" by Mark Sumioka
I took a moment to peer out the hotel window, opening it an inch so that we could hear the turbulent rain. There were no people. The area was like an evacuation. […]
S&R Fiction: "Wanderlust" by P. Garrett Weiler
Vern Harmon’s pipe had been carved from blood-red soapstone by a Missouri River Mandan. To Beth it was a menacing totem. When spring squabbled with winter on the Cumberland Plateau she’d wait […]
S&R Fiction: "Flynn" by Patty Somlo
At ten minutes before ten o’clock on a morning absent of fog, a worn-out, wood-sided cottage began rolling down from close to Russian Hill’s top. The uncommon sight of a house moving […]
S&R Fiction: "I Awoke First That Morning," by Clare Steele
Felix scanned the room for a response. I knew he wanted me to look up. He was perched on the edge of a table, his legs stretched out in front of him, […]
S&R Fiction: "Some Good From All This," by James Kenny
In the living room, he and Laura sat at opposite ends on the long couch. His mother picked up another photograph from the mantelpiece. The thick, silver frame caught a glint from […]
S&R Fiction: "Blue," by John Gale
Lucy pushed her finger into the tear in Blue Bear’s stomach and pulled the cotton out. It was nasty to make a slit with her Biro, but she needed a place to […]